My daughter was sleeping so cutely and soundly, but I had to wake her up for school

The morning sun streamed through the window, warming the room with its gentle light. My daughter lay sleeping in her bed, her soft breath rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. I watched her for a moment, admiring her youthful beauty and innocence, before reluctantly shaking her shoulder to wake her up. She opened her eyes, a sleepy smile playing across her lips, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of tenderness rush over me. Despite the fact that I had to wake her up for school, I couldn't help but feel uplifted by the moment we shared together.